Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 116
Swamp Girls (1)
“Did you say guardian dragon?”
Dallen asked back, pretending not to know.
At this point, it was normal for Sienna not to know that bourbon was a dragon.
The first roar of the Dragon God, Kyle Berkus Arven, never once revealed his identity to Sienna.
‘It’s because of the will left by Sienna’s mother.’
A witch of feathers who was kicked out of the Geumgang Palace and lost everything in her family.
She asked Bourbon to watch from afar and help her daughter survive on her own.
I don’t know why the thousands of years old ancient dragon listened to her request.
In any case, Bourbon complied with Sienna’s request and helped her from afar ever since Sienna was young.
Completely hiding their own existence.
“okay. Guardian dragon. It is said that the first Witch of Feathers was in love with a true dragon. It is said that the true dragon could turn a desert into a forest or cut a mountain and fill a lake with just a word.”
Sienna blinked her eyes slowly and said. She put cooked eggs, bacon, and pieces of bread on Dallen’s plate.
“The love between a witch and a dragon. “It’s like an old story.”
“yes? But unfortunately, the dragon’s lifespan was much longer than that of the witch. It is said that many years later, when the Witch of Feathers died in her bed, the dragon made a contract with her. “If her descendants are in danger of losing their lives, I will save them from danger just once.”
Sienna wiped off the oil, organized the utensils, and took the teacup she had previously set down onto her lap.
“My mother told me this story. And after my mother died, I decided that these were just bedtime stories.”
“…Right.”
“But this is what I’ve been thinking lately: I might be wrong.”
Dallen stopped chewing his bread and turned his head. Sienna was already looking this way.
Two pairs of black eyes look at each other. One was a witch’s shining eye and the other was a sullen warrior’s eye.
‘Have you figured out the identity of Bourbon?’
In hundreds of playthroughs, she has never once guessed the presence of bourbon on her own.
If the proposition is astray, what variable is this due to?
And the new variable created in this way will produce other results…
“…if there really is a guardian dragon, it must be you.”
…variables are a mess.
“You must be tired. “Get some rest.”
“Ahaha, just kidding. Are you really a dragon? “If that were the case, old man Bjorn wouldn’t have been able to go with you.”
“……”
Come to think of it, I have never used the dragon’s power in front of Bjorn.
When they first met, the dragon’s power was suppressed with the Holy Sword, and after meeting Bourbon, the Blue Dragon’s ability took over that role.
Although there were times when its presence leaked out at first glance.
“A guardian dragon. “It’s all just like a fairy tale.”
Sienna muttered as she passed by. She poured the rest of the tea next to the fire.
“I’m a little tired. I need to rest like you said. When are you going to sleep?”
“I will eat everything and sleep. “Sleep first.”
Dallen held up a bowl piled high with eggs, meat bread, and stir-fried rice.
Sienna nodded and entered the tent. I was now alone in front of the bonfire.
Rattling.
Dallen roughly mixed the food in his bowl and shoved it into his mouth, thinking quietly for a while. My thoughts about the blonde-haired paladin were also mixed in between.
***
On the first floor, there is a carapace wolf taxi. Sandworm bus on the second floor.
Unlike the other two floors, there was no particular means of transportation on the third floor of the labyrinth.
The flow speed of the sticky swamp was slow enough to crawl, and the same was true for most of the creatures that lived here.
Predators who strictly adhere to their territory and wait for their prey to enter it.
Although there were occasionally highly active monsters, they were all far from vehicles.
Therefore, the group had to walk through the swamp on two legs. Naturally, while passing through the territory of numerous monsters.
Aruruk! Ughrrr!
“It’s a frogman!”
The four-eyed frogman raises his claws.
Monsters with frog heads that suddenly rise up from a shallow swamp and fall on the head of their prey.
Of course, the special unit was not raided because Dallen, who saw the scary eyes among the moss, warned them in advance.
“shooting!”
Ta-da-da-da-dan!
Grumbling! Rumble!
Rather, after finishing aiming, the muzzle poured out a barrage of lead bullets, turning the squishy skin of those guys into rags.
Wow! Rumble!
At that time, a scream rang out from deep within the swamp. A higher, sharper howling sound that is a bit different from that of an ordinary frogman.
“He’s a witch doctor!”
Jeeeeeeeeee!
The raw power of the spell gathers at the tip of the staff and manifests as three thick rays that attack the special unit.
There was no need to worry. Because now in the party there is a wizard who is much better than that shaman.
“Nox Pelirem!”
Let’s go!
As soon as the spell is uttered, three protective shields appear, accurately predicting the trajectory of the beam, blocking it and refracting it.
The bounced rays slowly faded as they plowed through the sticky dirt of the swamp. And Dallon lightly threw the ax.
Parallack – Puck!
There was no need to use the power of the realm.
The hatchet flew through the air and stuck between the Frogman Shaman’s eyes before he could cast his next spell.
Its three pairs of eyes were divided into exactly three halves. Dallen stretched out his hand and summoned an axe.
“shooting!”
In the meantime, the special task force took aim again and started pouring out bullets.
“Hahaha! Take the bomb!”
Kkkkwang! Quagwagwagwang!
The grenades thrown by the dwarves make up for the gap in firepower.
The battle ended smoothly. In this way, the party was able to navigate the third floor of the labyrinth without difficulty.
The firepower generated by the 60 special forces and one-eyed master craftsmen far exceeded that of a typical tsarist musketeer company.
Thanks to the fantastic combination of a prototype long gun that can load multiple rounds at the same time and Bjorn’s special explosives.
Of course, this was possible because Dallen, who fundamentally knew the geography of the labyrinth, led them to the appropriate path.
Sienna’s spell was also active, assisting the party in the right place.
Three days passed like that.
***
‘There are about two days left.’
Inside a private tent.
After finishing the evening meeting, Dallen loosely loosened the straps of his armor and lay down on a blanket.
If what the advance team found out by interrogating the rebel prisoners on the first floor of the labyrinth is correct, there is not much left to reach the sanctuary instructed by the devil.
‘Are we on the right track? Not even the corpses of the rebels who had gone before were found, not even bone fragments or torn armor. No matter how much advice you get from the devil…it would be impossible for there to be no deaths.’
A concern that Executive Officer Sasha secretly expressed during the meeting. Dallen shook his head at the question that suddenly occurred to him.
‘There is nothing more difficult than finding a dead body in a labyrinth.’
To her anxious face, Dallon responded as follows.
A labyrinth where every day is a struggle for survival. In this demon world, abandoned corpses are good food for any monster.
Therefore, the corpses of abandoned explorers usually disappeared within a day or two.
The speed was faster on the third floor.
This is because the monsters in the swamp that guard their territory drag the dead bodies that they could not eat deep into the swamp and bury them.
It was a habit of preventing corpse scavengers who were looking for free food in advance and cutting off oxygen to preserve it in a non-decomposing state so that it could be eaten at any time.
After shaking the contents of the meeting from his mind, Dallon stood up. He summoned the devil within himself.
‘hey.’
[Yes, master.]
‘Take it out and try it.’
[Yes, here it is.]
Now, I am a devil who can understand even if I speak nonsense. The entrance to a subspace that slowly opens.
Dallen carefully grabbed the handle of the dagger that was sticking out from inside.
It was an item obtained from the corpse of a warlock not long ago.
Seaaaa…
Just by pulling the sword out of its sheath, an ominous sound fills the tent.
Dimly audible screams and moans. The shape of a vengeful spirit that seems to hover before your eyes.
Even Dallon’s senses, which were far beyond the level of an ordinary human, were limited to the inside of the camp the moment he pulled out the dagger.
‘Is this what it feels like?’
It is different from a curse. The seal on the shoulder did not respond.
This is one of the debuff options attached to the item itself.
While directly experiencing the effects of hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that had only been seen in the text, Dallon took a closer look at the dagger.
The handle had a rough surface to prevent slipping, and the light blood-colored sword body was elegantly curved.
Smooth front blade and saw-like rear blade. The dark red marks dotted on the surface of the sword look as if they had been splattered with blood.
‘Blood-red ceremonial dagger.’
If you develop a warlock character, this is one of the essential items that you must obtain before reaching the middle stage.
At the same time, it was also an item that showed that it would be a difficult fight if the hostile warlock possessed this item.
‘It is an item that skips the entire process of soul sacrifice.’
It is not easy to be on the front lines of battle as a warlock.
The same was true for proper warlocks, excluding the 9 out of 10 idiots.
Basically, a warlock sacrifices someone’s body and soul and gains special powers and abilities from the devil or evil spirit.
The problem is that not only is the process of this ritual very complicated, but each demon often has very picky tastes and appetites.
It is not for nothing that there are many self-proclaimed warlocks who are half-baked. Among them, most of them failed after several ancestral rites.
The majority of back alley warlocks were failures who were not chosen by the devil despite having dipped their feet into the pool of blood of kidnapping, torture, and murder.
‘Even if you somehow succeed in making a contract with the ancestor, the problem is that you cannot offer your soul whenever necessary.’
The soul is not a concept of energy that can be stored and taken away like magic power. Moreover, what the devil wants is a fresh soul.
Therefore, most warlocks used their own souls as vessels to hold onto the thoughts and souls of the dead.
Because the best vessel to keep the soul fresh was another soul.
[This dagger is free from all restrictions.]
The devil muttered. A voice full of greed that cannot be hidden.
[Hehe, if I had this item in my hand, I could have created my own hell in that cave by now and taken over the human world… Ugh! Big!]
It’s been a while since I haven’t been hit by this bastard. Dallen chuckled and put his hand into subspace.
After touching it a few times, a scream echoed from the subspace instead of a greedy murmur.
[Sniffling…I can’t say anything…]
“That’s because you say things that will get you punished.”
[Ah, it’s not human rights, it’s the devil’s right….]
“You’re saying something that will get you punished again.”
[….]
The devil closed his mouth. Dallen ignored the guy’s pouting expression and tapped the bloody sword face a few times.
Hiyaaa….
Ugh huh huh.
An auditory hallucination that grows bigger every time you touch it. He doesn’t even know how this thing was made.
All I knew was that the main material was metal quenched in the depths of hell, but there was no other information in the item description.
However, unlike the source, its capabilities were very clear.
Condensing all the difficult and complicated ancestral rite processes into just stabbing and cutting.
In addition, the dagger’s ability was to keep the drunken soul and thoughts fresh as if they had been frozen in time.
In fact, you carry the offering, the altar, and the entire ritual process in your hands.
Therefore, with just this one dagger, the warlock’s combat power was bound to increase dramatically.
Skag.
Dallen sheathed the dagger.
There is no need to use it right now, but you never know how things will progress in the future.
Coincidentally, it was an item that went well with the skill ‘Key to the Gates of Hell’ that was recently recovered from a corpse.
When I returned the dagger to subspace, the eerie wind subsided, and the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that had disturbed my senses subsided.
Dallen suddenly raised his head. There was something suspicious in my senses.
“Fuck.”
Flap!
I left the tent without even having time to tighten the straps of my armor. The campground was still quiet.
The watchmen in front of the blazing bonfire looked this way, wondering what was going on.
One of them opened his mouth.
“What’s going on?”
“Red raid.”
Seung-
After a short answer, he immediately drew his sword. There was a look of confusion in the agents’ eyes.
Of course, my body was picking up the gun and holding it against my shoulder. The agents’ squad leader asked again.
“Where are you talking about the enemy?…”
“There they are coming.”
Dallen shook his head.
The gaze of the vigilantes turned toward the depths of the forest.
A figure was walking through the dark shadows between low shrubs less than 3 meters tall.
“Luther?”
One of the agents spoke. When I looked closely, I saw that it was a fellow Southerner who was also on watch.
The agent who went into the forest earlier saying he was going to do some business.
“Hey Luther! You were surprised! “I heard it felt like my pee bucket was going to explode!”
“quiet.”
The squad leader quietly interrupts the cries of the oblivious agent.
There was still some distance, but the squad leader could see it.
That the agent called Luther is not normal.
“Ah uh….”
A shaky step. Trembling eyes and fingertips.
The sagging shoulders and tendons protruding from the nape of the neck made it seem as if I was carrying some invisible heavy burden.
The squad leader slowly raised the muzzle of his gun. He said in a wary voice.
“If you are the Luther I know, stop right there.”
Jerk. Steps stopped.
“Run… I’m screwed…”
Fresh blood is running down my lips. The agent’s eyes instantly returned to normal.
“…run away.”
Dallon raised his sword and blocked the squad leader, who was about to run out to rescue his subordinate without realizing it.
“It’s already late.”
That was the starting point.
Kwasik!
“Kuhuheook!”
The nape of the neck is falling away. Blood gushing like a fountain.
Crack!
Immediately afterwards, the agent’s shoulders and back twisted strangely, and in an instant, the agent, whose face turned purple, fell down.
“Luther!”
There was no answer.
Blood gushes from the four holes on its back, and someone above it slowly lifts its head.
“what…?”
The squad leader was drooling. It was natural.
All you see are red traces floating in the air.
In a transparent space where there is nothing, only dark blood stains depict the eyelids, eyelashes, the bridge of the nose, and thin lips.
“…Is it a transparent monster?”
OK.
Blood-stained lips parted.
Smirk.
Red Tooth laughed.